Tonks often had nightmares, but the ones where her mother had named her pets were the more mild ones. Her other nightmares, the more frequent ones, were far less trivial than pet names that could be changed by any logical non-dreaming person.
Tonks scratched her head, trying to remember what she'd been doing. Strangely enough, she realized she didn't actually remember lying down to go to sleep. Maybe she'd fallen asleep on the sofa or something. "No lights, spheres or wind," she admitted. "I think I'd fallen asleep though. I can't be sure. What about you? Anything out of the ordinary before you were poofed?"